I was in a bubble for a while
It was magical
All the colors
And the feeling of being high up in the air
I never want to ever land
But I remember all bubble bursts
I never mind it still
I was bask in the beauty of what seems to be love
Then it shattered
And I fell hard
Was I too high up in the sky for the fall to be this painful?
Is this the price
Of wanting to keep the feeling I thought was love?
